Heaven and Hell Start With the Same Letter (Frerard AU)

6

I hate group so much. It's the same thing every single day. They ask you how you slept, your rate, and your goal for the day. They expect you to come up with a new goal every single day, but we don't do anything here at all except for watch tv, and play cards. There's only so many different ways you can say, 'My goal is to get better, and get discharged.'

We're in the middle of group right now, and it's almost my turn. Gerard and I are sitting on the floor, his head in my lap, and my hands in his hair.

"And how 'bout you Frank? Ho are you today?", the lady asks.

"Um, I-I'm a ...five."

"Yes, and how did you sleep?"

I just stare at her, staring at me. I still can't talk to people, much less infront of a croud of people. My hands are starting to shake. Gerard tugs on my shirt, and I look down and he's staring back up at me with a reassuring smile.

I sigh, and look back up, "I slept fine, but they had to give me meds."

"Great, and Frank, how did you e-"

"I'm Gerard. I'm seventeen, and I slept great. My rates a four, and my goal is to not punch an asshole therapist who doesn't know when someone has social anxiety."

I laugh, and Gerard sends me another smile. The therapist lady clears her throat, and shuffles her paper.

"Right, well I think that's enough for this group. We're having another one after lunch."

She stands up and walks away, but not before senind us a death glare.

"That was great.", I say as she walks away.

He chuckles and pushes himself up.

"Hey, I was almost done braiding your hair."

"What?!"

He frantically reaches up to his hair, only to find that it's perfectly normal.

"Nice one Frankie.", he says, and suddenly he's on top of me, tickeling my sides.

I'm laughing my head off, and I'm squirming like worm, but he doesn't stop.

"Boundaries!", one of the nurses shout.

Gerard rolls his eyes, but get's off of me. He reaches out his hand and I take it, pulling myself up.

"Wanna go back to the room."

I nod.

I follow him through the long hall until he stop outside of ours. We wave down a nurse, begging her to let us into our rooms. She's giving us worried glances, but finally allow us to go in.

"Are they affraid we're going to kill ourselves? It's hard to do anything around here. They don't even give us real tooth brushes."

He shrugs, "You get use to it."

He lays down on the couch, and I sit awkwardly on the foot of my bed.

"What are you doing?", he asks.

"Sitting?"

"No, I mean, what are you doing over there?"

I smile, and stand up, walking over to him.

"Frank?"

"Mhm?"

"I like you."

"I like you too."

"Like... a lot."

"Oh. I ugh...I like you a lot...too."

He smiles.

"Does that mean...um"

"Yeah."

He puts a finger under my chin and lift up, kissing me softly on my lips.

"Of course I want it to mean that."

"Ok."